The direction of the story becomes more and more bizarre and mysterious, and the heavy gray curtain imprisons everyone's cognition and blocks it all.

"Are you crazy?"

047's voice rang out, and he didn't seem to have a concrete form, nor was it the ghost's existence.

"On the contrary, I am very sensible, and it is because of this reason that I made this decision. ”

Watson replied, and the power began to surge.

In the final moment of Lorenzo's death-to-death fight with Lawrence, Lorenzo breached the threshold and the witcher became the source of erosion, so the closed door opened, allowing Watson to find a way to escape.

Lorenzo's fears come true, Watson and 047 are not his imaginary creations, but the prisoners have escaped his cage.

But the expected destruction and catastrophe did not happen, and no one knew what Watson wanted to do, or what kind of power she possessed as a false grail.

"You...... It wasn't so crazy before......"

047's voice was a little hesitant and a little sad.

In fact, he knew very well that he and 016 were both dead, only to come back to life after death, and in a strange way, they were no longer themselves.

"It's just that I can see the world better, and it's funny...... It's like we used to be ants, but one day I'm free from that cowardly body and cowardly will.

Isn't it ridiculous that we've become more powerful creatures, and then think about it as ants?"

There is no emotion in the words, in fact Watson has not much emotion to speak of, it is a change, as Lorenzo once described her, she is nothing more than a monster with the appearance and memory of 016, she used to be her, but now she is no longer her.

016 is dead, dead on the night of Advention, and from a rational point of view, Watson at this moment is nothing more than a pseudo-chalice that has inherited it all.

She usually doesn't like to think about this, so tracing her own source sometimes makes her unable to tell who she is, so she has to let the command continue to echo in her mind, and devote herself to it.

047 Silence, there is no complete mutual recognition and understanding between people, let alone with another higher life.

But he could feel that Watson was still maintaining a little bit of humanity, and those little humanity made her sublimation incomplete, perhaps because she was a pseudo-grail, not the real [Holy Grail].

It was also these preserved humanitys that made 047, the surviving soul, decide to join hands with him to carry out those plans.

......

It had been a few minutes since the battle began, which was actually quite a short time, but it was in this short time that the new Pope had already traveled between life and death several times.

He was trying his best to avoid leaking his own information while dealing with the angel's attack.

It was a really bad day, not to mention the fact that so many guests had come, and the purpose of these guests was not clear, and I don't know if they were enemies or allies.

The angel's attack became faster and faster, and the spiral-shaped threaded spikes pierced out of the palms of his hands, swinging rapidly, each blow carrying a huge force, which was the power that could easily split the rock, but as a witcher, the new Pope could deal with it calmly, but the nail sword in his hand was a little unable to hold on.

In the end, this is just a mortal thing, under the high-intensity battle, the nail sword has been covered with subtle gaps and shallow cracks, as if it will be completely broken with one more blow.

"You're hunted by them?"

Lawrence, who had been silent for a long time, finally asked, at this moment, the erosion pressure in the Silent Temple had been almost suppressed like the deep sea, and under this power, the mortal body was crumbling.

The new pope has been attacked by these angels more than once, so what is the reason for the attack on him?

Lawrence vaguely sensed the reason, but he was not sure of all this, and the new pope on the other side was also puzzled by Lawrence's words.

The two are antagonistic and wary of each other, constantly testing each other and speculating on the current situation from each other's fragments.

"I don't know, but...... It probably has something to do with my quest for the truth. ”

The new pope did not hide this time, and said his vague speculations, in fact, he did not know these specific reasons, but judging from the old pope's warning, the old pope must know something, he warned himself that if he continued to pursue, he would usher in doom, but what the old pope did not expect was that the new pope had encountered angels more than once.

These holy angels are guarding the truth and killing all who seek it.

The old pope must have known something, but he kept silent about all this, even in the hell below.

"So, are we now seeing a part of the truth?"

The twisted body asked such questions, and its voice trembled and confused.

The new pope also hesitated for a moment, and suddenly, the angel changed its attacking stance, and in an instant, it waved its wings as it struggled with the new pope, and those solid silver-gray iron feathers popped out like flying knives, sliding down like a rain of arrows.

The surface shone with a gray light, like a silver band of light circulating in the air, but this time it was not attacking the new pope, but Lawrence.

The furious iron feathers fell in an instant, bombarding the stone pillars and the ground, splashing heavy smoke and dust, and each wing cut deep into it like a long sword.

Lawrence gasped, half of his body soaked in blood, this body was still too cowardly, it was so sluggish in his eyes.

The iron feather pierced Lawrence's shoulder and severed one of his arms, and blood poured out uncontrollably, and it may not be long before the body bleeds to death.

Seeing this, the new Pope let out a hideous laugh, it was clear that the angels would not spare anyone who had anything to do with the truth, and now Lawrence and the mysterious woman had become its enemies, and although it was not clear what was going on inside these evil things, the new Pope was not alone, at least for now.

The heavy wings flapped, and the angel sped low in the air, and it also realized that Lawrence was more vulnerable than the new pope, and listed him as the first target to kill, as fast as thunder, and came to Lawrence in an instant.

For a moment, Lawrence lost his mind, and in fact, from the beginning of it all, his cognition was constantly destroyed and reorganized.

He worked hard to obtain the Sacred Coffin, and finally got a glimpse of the mysterious [Holy Grail], but what he didn't expect was that at this moment, he saw it again here, not the cold dead body, but the real living.

Lawrence, who owned the Book of Revelation, knew more than the new Pope and Watson, and countless conjectures mingled in his mind, but when he saw the angel's blank gaze, all the clutter disappeared.

It was a sight that the plague doctor had seen before, when he tried to touch the dead Grail, or ...... Angel, he touched the taboo and saw the psychedelic kingdom of heaven.

As the gaze met briefly, Lawrence was captured by the hallucination, and the angel's cold and merciless face gradually softened, and the soft pupils were as clear as a pool of water, like the most perfect woman in the world, she smiled at Lawrence, reached out and gently stroked his face, and hummed a lullaby softly.

The dagger cut Lawrence's wrist, and the sharp pain freed him from his hallucination, but it was too late, the beautiful woman just now was gone, only a sculptural angel, and it embraced Lawrence, and for a moment its wings were closed, and Lawrence could not be seen from the outside world, and he was completely enveloped.

A shuddering sound rang out, and thousands of blades intertwined at this moment, the metal struck and split with each other, the flesh and blood were mercilessly shredded, tearing off the internal organs and bones, and the scarlet blood flowed down the gaps in the wings, forming a large pool of blood at the angel's feet in the blink of an eye.

It was like a strange eating, but soon the wriggling of its wings stopped, and the sharp dagger pierced out of the angel's back, and the strangled corpse unleashed a final attack, and the angel may not understand why it was able to break free from the illusion and why it was able to resist this terrible erosion.

Then a burning sting pain came from the wound, and the short sword was also plated with holy silver, and at this moment it also suppressed the angel.

A fierce howling wind swelled, and something was moving at high speed under the dome, and the angel had no time to defend itself, and at the same time it killed Lawrence, it bound itself.

The blazing demon followed like a shadow, and Seni Lothair fell like thunder with a spiked sword.

All this happened so quickly, from the angel to the new pope in pursuit of it was only in a split second, the new pope made the best decision, and the angel had no chance to resist, and in the steel wings, the mutilated corpse burst out with the last strength.

It is only this pathetic body that is cowardly, not Lawrence's will.

The skull was almost shattered by the iron feather, but he still clenched the short sword tightly, twisting it vigorously, shattering the angel's body while accelerating the death of his own body.

The blazing white sword light flickered, like a falling meteor, this sword slashed along the angel's back, cutting off the flesh and blood at the same time, it also cut off most of its wings, the new pope was too hard, he knew the horror of the angel, and tried to kill it completely with this blow.

The force of the swing was so great that the nail sword shattered under its weight when it was halfway through, but the new Pope did not stop, he stepped forward, grabbed the longest broken blade, and grabbed it even if he cut his own palm, and then stabbed it further into the angel's body.

Losing the support of flesh and blood, most of the wings fell, revealing the corpse that had been cut into pieces, the flow of blood distorted, and a vague phantom standing in front of the angel.

At the last moment, Lawrence abandoned the body, and the pain of the split will was completely forgotten by it, and at the moment he only thought about how to defeat the angel in front of him.

Now that he is also the one who has touched the taboo, the angels will always hunt him down, and there is no other way but to fight back.

But having lost his body, Lawrence reverted back to that empty will, with no vehicle for him to interfere with reality.

The new pope still clung to the sharp broken blade, he was behind the angel, although he was not sure, but in such a long battle, the new pope probably speculated that the structure of the angel was modeled after humans, and it was not so much that it was human, but that it was based on the existence of higher life based on humans.

In the same way, it is not completely sacred, it also has the inferiority of human beings.

The severed blade stirred the flesh, chopped the ribs, and continued forward until the new pope tore it open with all the force, breaking the entire spine.

Losing support, the angel's upper body was pulled by the heavy wings and fell to the ground, and Lawrence was evacuated at this time, and he had to hide in the shadows like Watson, watching how the new pope would kill the angel.

Wait a minute...... What about Watson?

Lawrence was shocked to find that he had lost the trace of the woman, and it was at this moment that the ghostly guy who was hiding in the shadows and watching all this was also at this moment a cold and rotten malice erupted, as if some devil had broken free from the cage.

See, everyone saw it, a twisted path appeared in the air, as if someone had walked through it, and the residual effect was bringing up a cyclone that pulled the space, with a faint black arc of light in it.

Lawrence couldn't see the woman, but he could really recognize her presence, she was moving, she was attacking......

For a moment, Lawrence froze, he suddenly knew what this woman was going to do next, he couldn't help but feel terrible and crazy, but in the midst of this, it was like a strange temptation, tempting Lawrence to act like a woman.

She invaded the angels in the [gap], and she actually tried to invade that terrible and evil being!

But Lawrence calmed down after the madness, yes, the will controls the body, so what is hidden under that hateful body?

The new pope's fatal blow completely suppressed the angel, but the angel's counterattack continued, this strange existence could not be treated with common sense, countless red lines of love extended from the flesh and blood, pulling the broken body to reassemble it, the new pope tried to withdraw, but he was also entangled in the red thread, unable to get out.

The wrist twisted strangely, stabbing the spiral-shaped spike down, and just as he was about to hit the new pope, the angel suddenly stopped, and then for the first time, there was a wave of emotion on his cold and unforgiving face.

It stared sharply into the void, and then the woman's face became clear in its eyes, and she reached out as if to caress its cheek.

"I ...... Refuse. ”

The new pope's face turned pale, he couldn't be mistaken, the angel spoke, this was the first time the angel communicated with humans, and then countless inscriptions lit up on the jade-like skin, they burned and glowed under the flesh, and they were built together as if they were some alchemical matrix.

It was a familiar pattern, and the new Pope looked at the lit matrix and felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere......

The Well of Sublimation.

It was the inscription engraved on the inside of the Well of Ascension, and they were all buried here.

The new pope didn't know what those things were for, and for a while he even thought it was just a decorative ornament, but what was happening now warned him that it wasn't that simple.

Watson reached out with all her might, trying to touch the angel's body, and as long as she could "erode and interfere" with the angel, she could attack the will beneath the shell, trying to impact its [gap].

But it was just a little bit away, so close but so far away, and as the burning bright matrix began to move, Watson felt a great repulsion, the angel was repelling him, it was able to resist the invasion of the [gap].

The empty gaze seemed to have a sense for a moment, and an unknown being observed Watson with the help of this body, and suddenly a shallow smile appeared on his stiff and indifferent face, and such an abnormal appearance made Watson feel a coldness, and then the angel disintegrated.

The flesh was disintegrating, as it had appeared out of thin air, and the "exchange" of alchemy was moving at this moment, the composition of the flesh was reversed, and the edges of the body began to turn to ashes and scatter into dust.

It is unclear whether it did not want to be invaded by Watson, or if it had given up the hunt, and the angel's body withered and dissipated, returning to dust.

The new pope's face was serious, and he was not surprised by this ending, every time after he repelled the angels, the angels would scatter into dust, as if they did not want to be captured by their faded shells.

The expression was a little complicated, looking at the void ghost, the scattered ashes distorted by her presence, outlining the form of a woman, the new pope felt that the figure was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He had seen all the angel's performance before, and he did not have the slightest fear in this strange situation, but was ecstatic, and the new pope understood that he was closer to what he was seeking.

"What's going on?"

The new Pope asks the spirits, though he doesn't know if they'll answer for themselves.

There was no answer, the priest was cut into shredded pieces, and on top of the rancid mass of flesh, the figure of Lawrence was long gone, and it was not known when he had left.

Watson, after a long pause, looked at the new pope.

"I seem to know you. ”

Watson said.

Before she became like this, she was number 016, a witcher of the Raphael faction.

But before the new pope could say anything, Watson let out a burst of laughter, and the existence was constantly being stripped away until it was gone, and in the blink of an eye, only the new pope was left in the temple, and the howls that came from the corner.

He could survive the angels' erosion, but others couldn't, and the clergy who worked in the Sanctuary of Stasis had been transformed into demons and walked through the sacred palace, but the new Pope was in no hurry to deal with them now.

Picking up the broken nail sword, the blood on it had dried up with the angel's withering, he walked forward until he stopped by the deep dark well, and looked at the deep darkness without saying a word.